"It is Sunday the first of July. This is the BBC.
As of four am GMT, a state of war exists between the NATO powers of Western Europe, and the Soviet Union. In the early hours of the morning, Soviet missiles struck British, American and German troops up and down the border, followed by an invasion by conventional forces. Downing Street has released a strong statement, assuring both the British people and Moscow, declaiming the use of Chemical and Nuclear weapons as reprehensible, and promising that any use against civilian targets will be responded to in kind. It is rumoured that Moscow, St Petersburg, Kiev and more would all be targets for a first wave of strikes. The Chancellor of Germany, Helmut Kohl, has declared a state of emergency, and has formally requested that all NATO member states immediately enact collective defence in accordance with NATO's Article Five. Declarations of war against the USSR have been made by Britain, the US, Canada, France, the Netherlands, Denmark, and Iceland. Declarations from other NATO states are expected later in the morning.
We now go live to our correspondent in Cologne, Martin White."
Captain Abelard is peering through the morning mist on the outskirts of the nameless village. British forces are nearby, as are Dutch and some Americans. But so are the Russians. A vehicle pushes up an alleyway, it's throaty roar giving it away as a tank before it lumbers into view. A Chieftain; the British then.
He watches the British tank for a moment as more vehicles appear from the mist. Something is making his forehead itch. The Chieftain isn't quite right, it's lines are wrong. The hatch on the Chieftain opened and fear trickled down Abelard's spine. The CBRN gear was all wrong. As he processed this he suddenly realised that the figure had locked eyes with him. For a moment that seemed an eternity, the two men stared at each other, before yelling at their crews. "Das ist keine Britischer! Feuer! FEUER!"
I started out by making a quite frankly insane 40" spearhead deployment down to the other (unguarded) objective. They didn;t go live until turn 6, but I thought it might be easier to defend one that try to kick Alex off the other. Chieftains are chunky bastards.
|My positions at the end of my first turn|
|Things went rapidly downhill...|
Abelard's unit has limped away from its mauling at the hands of Zenit-6 Rota. Their ersatz Chieftains had performed almost as well as the real deal. His unit had been quickly reinforced as German forces rallied. What information was getting through told him that the Soviets were engaged in a general advance, with forces to the north and south of his position engaged. So far it had been quiet, but he suspected he knew why, and as the first Chieftain appeared on the other side of the town, he smiled. A chance for revenge.
|Spetsnaz go hull down behind a hill|
|My return fire cost the Soviets their commander...|
|...and an ersatz Scorpion|
|On the left flank a Spetsnaz platoon armed with ATGMs advances|
|Allowing me to do this on the right.|
|"Objective clear, where's our air support?"|
If I'm being honest, I think I might have fallen afoul of the Tiger trap, where a new Flames player sees a monetarily cheap list with only 4 of what he has been assured is one of WW2's best tanks - the Tiger - and finds out two or three games in that he cant defend all his objectives and that there are more than enough things out their capable of ruining his day.
With only five Panther 2's in my list, every single loss counted. A Chieftain list suffers a similar problem, but are cheap enough to afford a few more, while not being significantly worse that then Panther 2. The Roland's did nothing other than their late game dash. I think I'll swap them out for Gepards or Jaguar 1's if I get a chance.
Things are looking grim for NATO, with Soviet forces surging across Germany. I'm sure this wont be the last we hear from Abelard or Zenit-6 Rota.